Lemurs

From The Unquiet Grave, a peculiar melancholy montage - part memoir, part scrapbook of European culture refracted through the interwar years with a heavy dose of psychoanalysis - published in 1944 by Cyril Connolly under the pseudonym 'Palinurus': Graves of the Lemurs Whoopee. Gentle and fearless, he passed four leafy years in the South of France. He would chase large dogs, advancing backwards and glaring through his hind legs, then jump chittering at them and pull their tails. He died through eating a poisoned fig laid down for rats. The children who saw him take the fruit tried to coax it from him, but he ran up a tree with it. There they watched him eat and die. Polyp. Most gifted of lemurs, who hated aeroplanes in the sky, on the screen and even on the wireless. How he would have hated this war! He could play in the snow or swim in a river or conduct himself in a nightclub; he judged human beings by their voices; biting some, purring over others, while for one or two well-seasoned…

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